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She laughs softly and steals another kiss from him. Her thighs part eagerly for his hand.

“Dripping,” Midge tells him, “ever since you told me good morning.”

Midge’s toes keep moving over his leg since he seems to be enjoying her teasing touch. One of her hands joins in as well, tracing shapes on his chest.

“My cunt is always ready for your fingers or your cock.”

His breath catches when she says since you told me good morning as she opens her legs. She truly is always so ready for him, he hasn't lied when he said she'll drive him crazy. Part of him wants to take her away for the weekend and see how many times she can fuck her in a day.

Jaskier is a firm believer in foreplay, but they are supposed to have a quickie now, aren't they? He's done lots of teasing last night. And he may not be as strong as Geralt, but he is pretty fit and Midge is so beautifully petite...

It's easy for him to turn her around on his lap, making her sit on his throbbing dick and causing water to splash everywhere. He uses that water to wash the soap off her breasts so he can close his mouth around them, adding a new hickey to the ones he made last night. His hips keep thrusting against her to rub his cock against her groin.

Midge squeals when Jaskier suddenly picks her up and turns her to face him. Water sloshes against the sides of the tub and over the edge. She loves it when she makes him seemingly lose control, and her squeal turns into a giggle. Her arms wrap around him as his lips suck at her breasts. She can feel his cock hard underneath her, throbbing against her folds.

“Jaskier,” she breathes. “You don’t have a condom…” That doesn’t stop Midge from grinding on top of him, but she still wants to give him the warning.

She always looks so pretty when she laughs! Jaskier groans against her breasts as his hands reach behind her to squeeze her ass, massaging it with open hands. It isn't until both her nipples are hard and perky that he talks again.

"Are you going to leave this tub? Because I'm not." His hands guide her down and center, so his length is fully trapped between her folds and the bottom of her ass. His mouth goes to her ear. "So better keep grinding, darling."

“You can probably… it would be okay…”

The way he’s sucking on her nipples and squeezing her ass has her so distracted that she can’t even form a whole sentence. What she’s trying to say is that if he wants to have sex with her without a condom, they should be safe. Should be. The rhythm method is not an exact science and Jaskier seems very averse to getting her pregnant. Not that she’s looking to get pregnant either.

Midge tries for whatever purchase she can get with her knees on the slick bottom of the tub. She keeps moving her hips on top of him, sliding his hard cock through her folds. It’s a lovely sensation though she can’t help but want more.

“Do you want my hand instead?”

It's indeed a lovely sensation, and Jaskier keeps moaning against her breasts as his hips struggle to thrust, also wanting more. It would be okay, she says. She also offers her hand, but the first offer is growing in his mind now. It's not like he didn't do it before - back in his world, it's all he had. But it isn't a perfect method. Discovering condoms has truly spoiled him...

He's had enough orgasms last night, he thinks, to be in control now. He definitely isn't desperate or on the edge. Mmh.

"You want to feel me raw, Miriam?" he asks before his hand reaches for his hard cock and guides it to her entrance, slowly going in as he throws his head back to moan.

“Yes…” she whispers, then feels the head of his cock start to push inside of her. Midge moans at the sensation. It’s nice to be able to feel him without the condom, even if she knows they can’t do this very often. It’s risky.

With Jaskier inside of her, Midge isn’t thinking about risk. She rides him in earnest, making small waves in the bathtub. She braces herself with her hands on his chest and tosses her wet hair back, her breasts bouncing in time with her thrusts.

“You feel so good…”

He hasn't fucked without a condom since he arrived, so feeling her walls wet and ready for him right on his skin feels even more amazing. There's no denying how good it is, and it puts ideas in his head for later.

Jaskier braces his feet on the edge of the tub so he can meet her riding with his thrusts, panting and moaning with every move. His nails dig into the skin of her arse and his neck bends over the back of the tub so he can admire her beautiful face and the way her breasts bounce.

"Gorgeous, just gorgeous... that's it, darling, so good for me... ride me hard, show my cock how much you like it raw."

“Jaskier…”

It feels so perfect without the barrier of the condom between them. Midge squeezes her walls around him with each thrust back, tugging at his cock.

“Touch me…”

Her pleasure is building slowly, but stimulation to her clit will cause it to build exponentially. Leaning down, Midge presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Jaskier’s lips.

As soon as she makes her request, Jaskier's hand flies to her clit to rub it. He's happy to return the kiss as his other arm pushes her down so they can be pressed against each other. The kiss grows desperate with every thrust and becomes clumsy, but he still makes sure not to break it - he moans right into her mouth, looking for her tongue with his and sucking on it as if his life depended on it.

The water is starting to get cold, yet he isn't aware of it - both their bodies are rather hot at the moment. The water splashing just adds to the music of their moans and the amazing sound of her bottom pounding on his groin.

A spark of pleasure ignites inside of her as soon as she feels Jaskier’s fingers on her clit. Their kisses are messy and desperate, but Midge can’t stop. She responds with her own moan as her pleasure grows, angling her hips against his hand so that he touches her just right.

Pulling back from his face, she gasps for breath, her eyes screwed shut as she chases her orgasm.

“Yes… like that… I’m gonna come on your cock…”

"Do it," he says between moans. "Come on my cock, darling. Show me how you orgasm with no barriers on - I want to feel it all."

Knowing how much she likes it, his other hand reaches for her tit, squeezing it and pinching before he closes his mouth around it again. Cock, hand, mouth - they all touch as much of her as possible, hoping to make every inch of her body succumb to pleasure.

A few more thrusts and she’s gone, her moans echoing off of the tile walls of the bathroom. Her cunt spasms around his cock, squeezing it tightly as she rides out her pleasure. She tries to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm before it subsides and she slumps forward against him.

Midge breathes softly against his neck, keeping his cock inside of her.

She always looks so beautiful when she comes.

Her walls squeezing around his cock definitely push Jaskier toward the edge. He makes sure to help her ride out her orgasm first, not letting go of her clit until she collapses on top of him.

"Gorgeous, simply gorgeous," he whispers as he showers her face with kisses. His cock pounds into her just a few more times before he pulls out, then a shaking hand places it between her folds and the bottom of her buttcheeks. Jaskier desperately rubs his aching erection against her, her orgasm serving as lubricant even underwater. Soon Jaskier's blissful moan is echoing in the bathroom too, his seed falling on her arse just for a second before the water washes it away.

His kisses, his words of affection, his hands — they all make her feel so warm in the wake of her climax. Midge wants to help him reach his too, so she thrusts back against him once she’s recovered. She feels bereft when he pulls out, though she’s not surprised that he did. Jaskier isn’t taking any chances.

The way he thrusts between her folds and butt cheeks is a different but not unpleasant sensation. His orgasm is beautiful music to her ears, and she doesn’t mind feeling him come on her.

Midge gently strokes his hair and gives him a tender kiss. “How was that, my sweet bard?”

Her hand always feels great on his head, and Jaskier hums in delight while enjoying the afterglow. He's pretty content right now - nothing else matters except for the bliss zooming in his mind and the warm body against his.

It's her question that brings him back to reality.

"The perfect way to start the day, if I say so myself." He kisses her just as tenderly. "Standing ovation, my lady. I'd ask for a reprise if I had the time."

Reality is quite boring, but Midge has some things that she needs to get done today as well. With a sigh, she tries to stretch out her legs for a moment before standing on them.

“There’s always tonight.”

They’re seeing an awful lot of each other, aren’t they? Midge isn’t really complaining about it, but Jaskier was pretty clear about not wanting a relationship. And yet, he seems to cherish her so much. It leaves her with mixed feelings, considering that she’s not even sure if she wants a relationship.

[ OOC: want to fast forward to his show? ]

...oh, dear.

Jaskier closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. This is why having friends-with-benefits can be so hard at times. Which is frustrating, because they're much more fulfilling than one-night stands. He likes having a connection with his lovers.

He throws water on his face and rubs his eyes, gathering the strength to have this conversation.

"Midge," he says looking up at her, not daring to stand up yet. "I'd love it if you come to see me perform. But tonight is Rainbow Road. That means I'm leaving that club with a man."

She isn't the only one who wants to be dicked real good.

His words hit her like a bolt of thunder and she deflates immediately like a popped balloon.

There’s a long moment of silence before Midge replies to him. “Oh. Right. Of course.”

She agreed to all of this, didn’t she? What was she expecting? She said that she could handle a relationship like this, that she wanted it, even.

Why does she feel like she’s been kicked in the ribs?

Midge feels foolish standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, so she wraps a towel around herself and starts to dry off.

“You said your family would be there tonight, right?” she asks, trying to keep her voice even.

She’d like to meet them, if he wants her to. If she backs out now or doesn’t show up tonight, Jaskier will think that she can’t handle something casual. Midge has no choice. She has to go.

But she’ll make a quick exit afterwards so that she doesn’t have to see who he goes home with.

Fuck. Double fucking fuck. It hurts him to see her like this, it truly does. But he's also done this song and dance before - so many fucking times, in fact. He doesn't want to give her false hopes, and he doesn't want to be chained. This is to protect both of them.

It does make him wonder if she can truly handle this. A worried Jaskier watches her for a second and remembers how new all this is to her - this isn't a woman playing some kind of game, she's a sheltered housewife. So he decides to give her a chance; she's earned that much. It may not be as fun as new sex experiences, but it's another thing she can learn about the real world, just like Jaskier got to see what the real world outside the fancy family estate was like when he was just a teen.

He leaves the tub and grabs another towel to help her with her hair, staying behind her in case she doesn't want to look him in the eye right now.

"Yes, they will," he answers as he gently dries her hair, softly petting her head in the process. "But you don't have to come if it makes you uncomfortable. I'll have other gigs."

Jaskier’s right that she’s never done something like this before. He’s only the third man she’s ever slept with, and she was married or engaged to the other two. What she didn’t expect was to grow so attached to him so quickly. That’s on her, though. Surely she’s old enough to not confuse sex with love. Maybe that’s what this is, the consequences of so many happy hormones coursing through her brain after so many orgasms. She’ll feel better tonight.

In spite of herself, Midge closes her eyes when she feels him drying her hair. “Scared that Yennefer is going to tell me something embarrassing about you?” she asks. “I’ll be fine.”

It’s easier to lie to herself when she can’t see either of their reflections in the bathroom mirror.

She's trying to kid around and he appreciates the effort, but it may also be a joke to cover up the other stuff, which is worrisome. He doesn't want to treat her like an idiot, though. So for now, he won't push. She deserves the chance - if it ever happens again, then he'll insist on having a new conversation about the topic.

"As long as you're sure." Jaskier kisses her shoulder before stepping back, leaving the towel on top of her head as a protective hood. He then steps back into the tub to wash up really quickly - he soaped her up, but he didn't clean himself. "Are we still having breakfast at the cafe?"

He isn't sure where their boundaries lie at the moment.

Midge is the type of person to make jokes and make light of things in order to hide her real feelings, because there are some things that will eat her from the inside if she doesn’t turn them into jokes. The insecurity that lies very deeply inside of her that she’ll never be good enough for another man to love. She buries it, makes jokes about it, because it’s one of the few things that truly makes her sad.

Feelings safely tucked away, she smiles at Jaskier. “Sure.” They’ll discuss other things and Midge won’t think about his gig until it’s time to go to the club. “I need some coffee after all that sex.”

"Ah, yes, the bitter fuel that keeps this city running." He doesn't like coffee very much, unless it has a healthy amount of cream and milk.

At least breakfast goes well. Once they're out and about, chatting about everyday things, it seems Midge's mood improves. Jaskier hopes it's a good sign for the future. Before they split, he makes sure to explain that these flowers will live longer, but they still need their water. Even magic needs its fuel.

The client is a complete ass, but honestly, Jaskier takes out his frustration from earlier with him, so it works out. The day passes in a blur, and before he knows it, he's at the club getting ready to perform.

He isn't on stage yet when Midge arrives. She'll notice only a handful of men turn to look at her - all the attention she gets comes from other women.

Yet it's still a very deep, manly voice that talks to her from the dark corner of the club.

"Did he bribe you to come?" The voice is, of course, Geralt's. He's sitting at a table with simple black jeans, a black leather jacket, and -you guessed it- a black t-shirt. A hand is on his beer pint, the other one is around Yennefer's shoulders. She also wears black, but her dress is elegant and beautiful, with touches of white and gray that emphasize her silhouette. A glass of whine is in her manicured hands, and the shadow that Midge recommended frames her eyes.

Midge dresses for the night at the club like she would any other, in a cocktail dress with heels and tasteful jewelry. She notices that a few of the women give her a once over, but Midge doesn’t react to them one way or another.

Geralt’s voice is hard to miss and Midge gives him a smile. “What do you mean?” she asks. “I’m here every week.” She wonders briefly if they think she’s a fool coming to a place like this. Regardless, even if Jaskier strikes out tonight (and she doubts he will), he’s not coming home with her. He’s made his choice for tonight and Midge won’t settle for being a consolation prize.

“You must be Yennefer,” Midge says to the woman whom Geralt is holding onto for dear life. The men in this club must have gone nuts when they saw Geralt, only to see Yennefer at his side. “Midge. Nice to meet you.”

She takes a seat next to Yennefer, not wanting to sit too close to Geralt in case the witch thinks she’s making a run on her man. “Your makeup looks great. Is that the liner that Jaskier bought you?”

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we can fast forward after this amazingly awkward moment lmao

oh jeez

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